Chapter 2-Breakout

Author's Note: There are some statements with double meanings that clue to future events.

Mark reopened the door and they left. When they reached the lobby half of their co-workers had disappeared. As they made their way out of the hotel they caught the attention of some of the divas. Looks of shock and fear were directed at them. Tamaya saw their looks and wrapped her arm around Mark's taking him by complete surprise. The divas were shocked and stared on until they disappeared. When they reached the rental Mark opened her door for her before he opened his own. Once in the car he put the key in the ignition and started the car. Loud heavy metal music engulfed them and Tamaya almost jumped out of her seat.

"Sorry about that didn't mean to give you a heartattack," he said turning down the music.

"You didn't, I've never felt better," she replied with a hand to her chest.

Tamaya gave the paper to Mark and within thirty minutes they reached their destination.

Mark parked the car and they both exited. As they made their way to the roti shop they began to attract attention. Tamaya kept walking, trying her hardest to ignore the spectators. Once inside Mark began to look like a tourist looking around him and trying to pronounce the menu. Tamaya tried her hardest not to laugh but it escaped her before she knew it.

"Let me help you out," she suggested. One by one she described the menu and recommended some dishes to try. Once the meal was agreed upon Tamaya ordered for them in a Trinidadian accent. Mark raised an eyebrow at the blonde diva.

"What was that?" he asked astonished.

"Oh, my accent…I can turn it on and off," she replied stepping out of the line.

"That's cool I wish I could do something like that."

"Oh please you can roll your eyes back into your head. That's cooler than an accent."

"Maybe," he replied.

"So are you ready for tonight's show?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, I got the perfect swimsuit and everything. I've got this competition won."

"Well, I have a match tonight against Randy."

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah he's not as big of a threat as he thinks."

They took their food to a table in the corner. "Okay remind me what this is again," Mark said as they sat down.

"Okay what you have is macaroni pie and oxtail. What I have is curry chicken and roti."

As she spoke he actually wasn't listening. Mark looked at Tamaya and was captivated by her natural beauty. She had curly blonde waist length hair, powerful dark green eyes, full lips and wore no makeup. Mark searched for a flaw but couldn't find one.

"Alright, here I go," he said picking up the fork and sampling the food. Tamaya waited silently for the verdict. Instead of a response Mark kept eating.

"I'm guessing you like the food."

"It's really good. Different but I like it."

They sat silently for a while eating. When Mark finished Tamaya was practically full.

"Hey Mark do you want to try the roti?" she said pushing the plate towards him.

"Okay," he responded ripping a piece of roti and eating it.

"That's not the way you eat roti."

"There's a way?"

"Yeah, you take a piece of roti with some potato and a piece of chicken and then you're ready to eat it," she said handing it to him.

Instead of taking it with his hand he leaned over and took it out of her hand with his mouth in a swift motion. Tamaya looked at him in disbelief.

"You're not the only one who takes dangerous chances."

Tamaya couldn't think of anything to do but laugh. Mark wasn't anything she'd expected and she was going to let all her friends know it.

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Tamaya walked into the diva locker room to get ready for her second appearance.

"What's up?" Lillian asked Tamaya.

"Her and 'Taker," Melina answered.

Tamaya shot her a glare. She'd been there for almost a week and Melina kept pushing her buttons every chance she got.

"You and Mark?" Lillian asked curiously.

"We went to lunch, that's all. He's my roommate and I don't want these two days to be awkward," Tamaya replied taking out her swimsuit.

"I love your swimsuit!" Lillian said.

"Thank you, it-"Tamaya started.

"Would look a whole lot better on me," Melina said finishing her sentence.

"You wish!"

"I don't have to when I've got a body like this. It says number one."

"Let her run her mouth," Lillian advised.

"No, that sounds like a challenge," Tamaya stated stepping forward.

"You can't challenge me," Melina said with a laugh.

"You wanna bet?"

"Bring it on!"

"If I win you've gotta stop talkin' shit and if you win I'll let you talk shit."

"Not good enough, when I win you will announce to the WWE fans that my body is superior, created by-"

"Your surgeon," Tamaya finished.

"Why you bitch," Melina said attempting to slap Tamaya.

Tamaya caught her hand, "I'll have you walking towards that white light before you could blink if you try this shit again."

"Whatever," Melina replied snatching her hand away.

All of the divas put on their robes and waited to be annonunced. Tamaya's name was called and she eagerly began walking from backstage toward the noise of the cheering fans. When Tamaya passed Melina she was tripped making it almost visible to the fans. Tamaya glowered at Melina making her smirk disappear. She continued making her way to the ring until she met the other divas. Melina was the last to come out and she and Tamaya glared at each other until she reached the ring.

"This is a Raw vs. Smackdown Diva Bikini contest," Randy announced, "The first one up is Maria."

One by one divas disrobed a rainbow and range of bikinis. When everyone finished Randy stated, "The winner will be determined by the audience's cheering." Randy went to each diva asking for the audience to cheer.

"It seems we have a tie between Melina and Tamaya. To settle this tie these divas will have a dance contest right now."

The crowd cheered in excitement at the situation. Melina stepped up first and did her solo. The crowd was going crazy by the time Melina finished. Melina gave Tamaya a confident look as Tamaya stepped up. While Tamaya did her solo the stadium was quiet until she was finished. The fans were screaming and catcalls were distinct within the noise. Once again the audience decided the winner.

"We have a winner and it's…"

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